Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.